Chapter 110: Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

“Are you sure?”

Ugo stood beside Corrado, his expression tinged with disbelief as he looked at Leo, as if he were watching a fool.

“You’re leaving Rome now, heading to southern Italy?”

“Yes.”

Leo answered firmly, making Ugo doubt whether he had heard correctly. But then he glanced at Corrado, around whom a group had already gathered.

The group numbered fifty in total.

That man was the venerable Emperor Tang Ling, soon to celebrate his centennial birthday in a few days—the father of the current Tang Emperor.

Upon hearing Mingyuan’s reply, Jin Duoxian breathed a sigh of relief. It was one thing to be scolded; after all, hadn’t he endured plenty of that back when he was a trainee? Cai Ying was indeed bold—silently getting a tattoo without a word nearly frightened everyone to death.

Ling Xuzi’s face showed reluctance, yet he was no rash man. Over the years, the three brothers had always prioritized caution, avoiding conflicts whenever possible. The man before them was the most unpredictable they had encountered in all these years.

A simple comparison prompted admiration—after all, he was a man of the modern era, accustomed to towering skyscrapers; this was nothing special.

Yet the proposal he put forth not only helped lessen Liu Chen’s suspicion and mistrust towards him but also won favor from other families, demonstrating his sincerity.

Moreover, not to mention the illustrious Lord of the City Governor’s Mansion, he didn’t even know who owned the Qingfeng Tower.

But Jin Duoxian was the sage of TICE; every move he made was loaded with meaning. Things were not as simple as they seemed.

Liang Rong, kneeling to the side, suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and the carving knife in his hand appeared in the Grand Master’s grasp.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Luo shook his numb arm, feeling refreshed as he stretched his body.

Judging from the luxury sports cars worth millions to tens of millions lined up, it was clear these people were of extraordinary status.

“Feng Qingge!” Luo Ran clenched his fists sharply, his face darkening ominously. Yet when Feng Qingge arrived bearing a token, he endured silently.

Since Suzhou Prefecture was transferred to the Maritime Special Zone, civil affairs in the Wusong area had been managed by the local garrison office, including judicial matters.

Furthermore, the Prince Cen’s Mansion was no longer what it once was. With Luo Ran present, Luo Xing had already suffered losses. She did not want Pu Zheng to be implicated as well, giving Luo Ran more opportunities to frame them. Staying by Bu Jinyu’s side was the wiser choice.

If the onmyoji from the East Sea set foot on Chinese soil, who could possibly restrain their wanton acts?

“That must be it!” Xue Rubing’s eloquent smile was irresistibly charming, making one want to look again.

“I saved him today, you’d better leave quickly!” Long Qingyu knew his words wouldn’t be heeded; on the contrary, they would provoke an attack. But this was to enrage the opponent, to find an opening to strike.

The tribute day was just three days away—unfortunately for Bai Zhi, the timing was terrible. The monthly tribute forced Bai Zhi to rush headlong into the fray.

Though he knew the Asura Lord would never abandon him, Chen Futu still shouted sharply.

On the court, during the Lynx’s offensive turn, after grabbing the rebound, they launched a counterattack. Chris Paul gained possession, dashed to the frontcourt, accelerated, and deftly slipped past the defender, Eric Snow.

Following Bai Zhi, the star warrior, now part of the mechanized soul, strode forward and attempted to pry off a piece of armor just like Bai Zhi.

Zhao Xiaoquan was furious to the point of smoke issuing from his orifices. Zhao Hao, this reckless upstart with no roots or foundation, was arrogant enough. But how could the Imperial City Guard also be so bold?

Luo Yao thought Qin Junyan’s complexion had never been particularly pale; now it was just right. It was important he not be darkened further by the sun.

Yet this was all for safety’s sake. Lou Chengnuo could not afford to risk injury or an untimely death by playing low-key. This was not low-key—it was sheer folly.